Bladder Pulsing Novels & Stories

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.

To the outside world, everything seemed calm—but for Rea, every passing moment became more painful. At first, it was just a strange pull at the base of her neck. As if something inside her was trying to break through—a thin, nearly imperceptible pulse. She ignored it. Thought it was just exhaustion—after all, her strength had been completely drained earlier. But the pulsing didn't fade. It deepened. With every step. Every single movement. Soon, the same dull, rhythmic pain appeared in her temples. It felt like her blood was moving too fast in her veins, like her whole body wanted to scream something she wasn't ready to hear. But she didn't stop. Didn't speak.

I’m left with an unsteady heartbeat and clenching in my lower stomach. That is just misleading.

Each vein pulsating blood in your living body reacts to his presence and it's boiling with annoyance. And yet, he stands there, the edge of his lips scornfully lifting in mirth.

I lifted my brows, but placed the stethoscope in my ears and listened while Tony positioned it over my heart—or rather, just above it. At first, I heard nothing more than my own heartbeat; even that was faint and muddled to my untrained ears. But then, as I strained to listen, I finally heard… something. It wasn’t my own pulse. That was steady and calm, although perhaps a little faster than usual. No, this was something different. The beat wasn’t in tandem with my own heartbeat, but rather opposite—when my pulse paused, the crystal pulsed twice. It was like a second heartbeat was there, operating slightly off from my own.

The age of the pregnancy that is getting closer to the time of delivery makes the baby’s head drop and press on the mother’s bladder so that she urinates more often. When urinating, there was fresh blood flowing along with the urine. My facial expression changed, seeing the fresh blood flowing. My eyes bulged as if they were going to come out, my mouth gaped with my breath hitching. My hands and feet trembled, my face turned pale seeing the pool of blood in the bathroom toilet. I pressed the plush button to flush the toilet. The pooled blood disappeared, but the water was still slightly pink. Slowly getting out of the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, anxiety began to hit. Is it time

The contact triggered an immediate, involuntary spike in my pulse—the frantic hammer of my heart against his ribs contrasting sharply with the cold focus of my mind. "Your database can freeze my fleet," Killian growled softly, his other hand sliding up my bare neck, his rough thumb pressing firmly against the soft skin of my inner pulse point, feeling the rapid, telltale thrum. "But the system doesn't control the air in this room. And it doesn't control the way your pulse races the moment I touch you." "The pulse is a biological reflex, Killian," I gasped, my back arching slightly against the unyielding strength of his arm as his hand tilted my jaw back, forcing my green eyes to absorb the s

One tiny blob. The ultrasound machine remains silent. Too silent. My pulse explodes. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

The gel was cool against my skin, and the doppler hummed softly as he moved it across the curve of my belly. The heartbeat filled the room in a steady rhythm—strong, sure, and so fast it made mine slow down just listening to it. “There he is,” Adam said quietly. “Still throwing a dance party in there.” “He’s training for the Olympics,” I muttered. “Specifically, bladder trampoline.” Adam chuckled and wiped the gel off with practiced ease, then reached for the tape measure. “Your fundal height is measuring right on track,” he murmured, more to himself than me. “And no excessive swelling, no protein in the urine… everything’s looking good.”

Vrr! After a while, the toy finally picked up speed and changed its pistoning angle, causing Mary to gasp loudly. The place that the vibrator prodded at was her bladder. Feeling the pressure at her bladder pounding mercilessly, Mary groaned when her muscles clenched up. She should have peed before doing this. She simply forgot about it, and it would be extremely messy if she were to release here. As the pressure built up in her bladder, Mary soon realised there was simply no way around it. She quickly turned on the shower as the first trickle of pee escaped in between thrusts.